Different decisions. Felix feels as though he's made a thousand important decisions over the last five years, and yet in some ways he feels as though he's made none at all that weren't already decided for him long ago. He hates the thought that he might now need to confront choices already made and try to predict what might have happened if things had gone differently. He loathes revisiting the past, no matter how much it might still haunt him despite his every effort. Will he need to do this with everyone here that he knows from Fodlan?

He stiffens at the sudden physical contact and almost pulls his hand away. As much as he's relied on Seteth's wisdom and experience in his personal life, the man doesn't usually touch him. It's rare that anyone touches him outside of training or battle; occasionally Sylvain or Mercedes, but that's about it.

But he does have great respect for Seteth, and it's clearly not malicious or threatening, and...not that he'd admit it, but it does serve to make him feel a little better. Like Seteth still...is making an effort to reach out to him, despite their divergent histories.

So he doesn't move, nor does he acknowledge the contact. He just listens, and nods. "We did. So in the Fodlan you remember, the Professor taught the Golden Deer? And it was they who met up at the monastery and drove those bandits out, not us?"

Then what happened to Dimitri? He doesn't voice the question. Not now. Later, maybe.

"But the Alliance has barely made a single move. They were teetering on the edge of a civil war until recently, and now Claude's dropped the entire country in Dimitri's lap and left the continent."